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I'm a writer, living in Bristol in the UK. I've had a handful of short stories published but I'm still working on that Holy Grail for fiction writers- securing a literary agent. So, if you're an agent or have an Auntie, Uncle, second cousin, best friend who is one...

Very mysterious! I’m inclined to feel this is something other than murder – self-harm, perhaps – because her appreciation of the hidden beauty is an ongoing thing, and because the snow is only speckled and smeared with crimson. If she had killed her husband, I’d expect more blood. But perhaps I’m over-thinking it. It’s a gripping story, Lynn, and I’d love to read more about it!

Thanks Penny. Some terrible mishap has occured, that’s for certain. I don’t know why, but I had seen her as the trophy wife of a career criminal who finally had enough of her husband’s terrifying life encroaching on her own. I don’t think she expects to leave the house alive, put it that way. Thank you so much for reading

Delightful contrasts in this 100-words. The opening paragraph draws the reader in and the final sentence spits the reader out (all in a very good way). Everything in between carries the story beautifully.

Ah, you see, that’s why you can write poetry and I can’t – you see things I don’t! Instinctive only, I’m afraid – I’m terrible at self analysis and just go by if something ‘sounds’ right. Thank you for picking that out though – I’ll take a look at it again now, see what I did!

Yes, he did have a thing for platinum blondes, didn’t he? Strikes me the film Vertigo (where James Stewart tries to transform his new girlfriend into a clone of his dead one) reflects Hitchcock’s own continual search for a ‘type’ – cool, smart, curvaceous, white blonde. Not sure what that says about the man, but it’s probably not good.

Ha, no, not according to the amount of refereeing his wife had to do between him and various of his leading ladies.

Hmm, Madeleine… that was the most chilling part of the film for me, him re-making a woman into his dead wife. The immense loss of female agency and commodification was chilling, overlaid with that whirling, romantic, eerie Bernard Herrman score. It didn’t even add depth to the level of his grief, more underscored his delusional desire to replace her.

It’s a disturbing film all round really, one of the few times James Stewart played someone not 100% nice, which in itself must have been disturbing for viewers. And that controlling / being controlled relationship – toxic.

I rather liked him as an actor but I know that in real life he was very conservative and he and I would most definitely not have got on. I try not to let an actor’s real character affect me, but it does. 🙂